Adieu, Cordelia fair,
The loveliest wild-type that e'er breathed air.
We'll miss thy red fins,
Thy rays and eyes of green.
When feeding time came
Thou were always the first seen.
Thou were in a harem to Hamlet wed,
Though never to see the conjugal "bed;"
For thou fell ill and died,
Forever to be a virgin bride.
We tried and tried to give thee breath,
But instead thou made thy peace with death.
In the small hours
To the river we did go
To lay thy boat on the frozen flow.
We laid the things you used on that pyre
And fed it to the funeral fire.
We stood in silence to watch it burn
While thou thy place
In Valhalla did earn.
With your presence our life
Was briefly kissed.
Cordelia,
Thou shalt be missed.